My family thought I was a senile old woman when I warned them my grandson's fiancée was a fraud. They ignored me. At the wedding, she hugged me and whispered, "This fortune is mine now, old woman." She thought she had won. But as they were about to exchange rings, I stood up. "Please, wait," I announced to the silent cathedral. "I have a special wedding gift for the bride." My name is Margaret. Seated in the front pew, my face was a mask of placid neutrality. The family mistook my composure for